Wrenches and Romance

September 4, 2023

Tools of the Trade

Do I believe in destiny? No, definitely not. However, there are twists of fate that lead us to various places. This time, fate led me to an incompetent mechanic’s workshop. I stood and waited patiently for the fat little man to calculate how much it would cost to repair my car. Even then I was irritated because it had only recently been repaired. More costs, more nerves. The tools of the trade.

Tools of the Trade: Mechanic’s Magic

When I heard the sum, I thought I would go crazy. My hands were trembling and when I yelled at him, he just looked at me with a silly smile. When someone entered his office, I turned around, ready to lash out to vent my emotions. But I stopped halfway. I stared at his deep hazel eyes, whose gaze was fixed down on my face. I glanced down to the fleshy lips framed by dark stubble, then finally to the rather broad torso and muscular arms tucked in the sleeves of his jacket.

“Is there a problem?” When I heard his voice, all of my anger vanished. This stranger had captured my attention.

I cleared my throat before responding, “This man charged me a huge amount for the repair. The quote I received over the phone was much lower.” The man picked up the sheet of paper where the repair quote was written out. He began to talk calmly with the fat mechanic, whose confidence shrank with each passing moment. I was sure then that my mechanic had been trying to scam me. It was almost double what the labor and parts were actually worth. My guardian angel out of nowhere made me pay at least 1/3 less.

“How can I repay you?” I asked as we left the shop, tucking my hair behind my ear. Now I could get a better look at him. He was tall and athletic. However, his clothes were carefully selected. The stuffed step was also noticeable. “Would you like to come to dinner? Then we can call it even,” he replied with a charming smile. I nodded my head. I couldn’t miss such an opportunity. Especially after he had done me such a huge favor.

Revving Up Romance: Tools of the Trade

He told me his name was Dylan and took me to a Creole restaurant where he suggested a seafood dish. With every bite I ate, I looked at him and felt wet. I began to fantasize more and more about him. We were talking about everything and nothing. I listened with interest to who he was and what he was doing. However, I was more interested in what my guardian angel had in his pants. It was evening when we finished. He then offered wine, but not in the restaurant. He was renting an apartment nearby. Well, you only live once. We went to his apartment.

The room was impressive. I didn’t even dare to guess what the rent must have cost. Dylan didn’t give me much time to think before uncorking a bottle of wine. Soon, we were sitting close to each other. Dylan was masculine, firm, and above all, gallant. He didn’t attack me like an animal, though I wouldn’t have minded. He started by touching my knee, then moving his hand higher to my thighs, then hips. I felt shivers running through my body. His strong hands were surprisingly gentle as he stroked my body. I felt that there was an absolute flood of water in my panties. I was ready to explore the tools of the trade.

After a moment, he put down his glass, put his hand on my neck, and started kissing the space between it and my breastbone. I did not protest. From the moment I saw him, the moment he spoke. I was already his. When he kissed my mouth, it was like drinking nectar. My hand reached out to unbuckle his belt and I felt a hard bulge under my fingers. Oh yeah, he was really big.

Gears of Love: Love in Every Gear

We got rid of our clothes quickly. The bed he carried me to was wide, so we had plenty of room to play. I wanted to see him; to look into those hazel eyes as his dick penetrated my pussy. To let him in, wrapping my legs around him and accepting his every thrust gracefully. My body pressed against his muscular, slightly hairy chest. I wanted to know his tools of the trade like never before.

He was affectionate, but firm. His thick cock moved rhythmically inside me, pressing against the walls of my slit. It felt like it had the girth of a baseball bat. All those emotions made my voice fall apart. My pussy started to pulsate. He felt the perfect moment to accelerate. I pressed my lips against him, feeling the heat flood over me. Eventually, it came, spasmodic twitching ripped through my body and my pussy tightened on him. The moment he sped up made me almost pass out with delight. I let him do everything. I knew it was just the beginning of the evening.

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